This was the position she was in, when two guys walked by on the path pushing their bikes not more than 75 to 100feet from where I had tied her they h...d stopped, and were talking had they looked very hard between the openings in the bushes they would easily have seen her. She could easily hear them as they continued to talk, and I could see them from where I was standing. I stepped back into the bushes and watched, had they looked over in our direction or if she would have made any noise she. The fact that I sketched and painted them without the model present was only a part of what freed my style. It was the triggering of an emotional and sensual connection that had enabled me to cast aside the normal control with which I painted. I had already discovered—painfully—what happened when I tried to superimpose a disconnected emotion on a model. The painting I'd attempted of Rita in flames had been painted over in white to prep the canvas for some future work.I had other things to worry. I softly stroke your reddening ass and gently slip my fingers into your pussy. Your wettness is incredible! For the third time I swing my belt down striking your ass with all the force I can impart. Your screams are a syhmphony to my ears. "Did I hear - three?", I sternly ask............"Three", good little slut. You rub my ass for a moment then Thwack, you land another on my right but cheek. I jump and scream. "Your really have no control of that mouth of yours do you. I think I'll have to. The food items were labeled so I grabbed a few items I was comfortable with. I ended up with a salad, a bowl of navy bean soup, a plate of something called chicken in wine sauce and an apple. Oh yeah, and I grabbed a couple of flat breads slightly thicker than Mexican tortillas. I was hungry, so I sat down and dug right in.It turned out to be extremely easy for me to pay attention to Sarah, because the food was so tasteless, it did not offer even the slightest distraction. The only part of the.